AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!
AN: Sorry this chapter is a little short!
**Draenor: Shadowmoon Valley- Lunarfall**
'I have NEVER met a Sin'Dorei so infuriating and prejudice!' Creed ground her thoughts into a scream of anger in her head as her hands began to glow as the hearthstone teleported her furious figure into the Garrison Town Hall.
"Greetings, Commander! How is the diplomatic mission going?" Poor Lieutenant Thorn only received a glare at her direction as the Creed walked out of the Town Hall, nearly leaving a trail of steam behind her.
"It looks like it's going great!" Assistant Brightstone smiled up at the sitting Worgen as she looked confused about what just happened with her Commander.
Creed quickly walked through her Garrison, going through work orders, filling and assigning new orders, hoping to distract her of the horrible meeting with the horrible Sin'Dorei Magister she was now forced to work with for a indefinite time. The miners and the lumberyard workers finished their day and waved at their Commander who promptly ignored them too... their Commander was troubled.
Creed walked to the very edge of the garrison where the fishing area's pool ran off into a calm waterfall that fell below into the ocean below and the Mage Tower... it held a beautiful view of the ocean and pier below where the shipyard was stationed. Creed inhaled, willing the years of meditation to come to mind.
'Do not let one asinine Blood Elf Mage make you crack. You have been through much worse than a measly disagreement with an narcissistic asshole,' Creed let a small smirk come to her lips as her helm slid down from her face to hand around her neck.
"Commander," Ahm calmly made his voice be known to his distraught friend. The calm and gentle voice of the Draenei ghost made Creed look over to him standing a few feet from her side, observing the ocean too.
"Are you all right? I noticed, if not everyone has noticed, that your demeanor has shifted... did the mission not go well?" Creed smiled at the concern of her follower.
"I am fine, just trying to work some things out I suppose. Don't worry. This mission, Ahm... is no where by means near over. Thank you for the concern," Creed replied as the salty air from below blew up shifting her hair around her eyes, she bowed her head down trying to not the let the world see her as weak.
"We worry because we care deeply for you, Commander. If you hurt, then so do we," Ahm retorted as his transparent hand wisped gently on her shoulder. Creed turned to her friend and smiled widely.
"Thank you."
"You are stronger than you think, Commander."
Creed smiled to herself at the kind words of her loyal follower.
**Eastern Kingdoms: Quel'Thalas- Silvermoon City**
"You will apologize to the Ambassador, Rommath." The angered voice of Lor'themar directed sharply at the angered Mage. Rommath's black brow twitched in a contained fury,
"I owe her nothing. I have nothing to apologize for, Lor'themar. I spoke the truth." Rommath retorted.
"She is helping fight this ongoing issue, OUR issue. You are of no authority to continue disrespecting and pushing her, Alliance or not. She is the Alliance Ambassador whether you wish it or not, so you will help her with anything she needs so that this issue is resolved once and for all." Lor'themar replied simply.
"You know that human woman, Jaina will have influence over her, right? Alliance tend to stick together, no matter the proof we provide or consensus she gives... it will not end well for us and the Sunreavers. She is no different and the Kirin Tor along with Dalaran will be in the Alliance's grip," Rommath hissed at his lord with barely contained fury. Lor'themar and Halduron looked at each other for a split second with grim faces, his words may become the truth sooner or later.
"You are to stop this insistent prejudice against her, Rommath. At least for the time being. Do not provoke her and just do what it is that must be done. There may be a chance she is truly trying to fight for the actual justice of the situation, and your constant pressure over her is not going to help. End of discussion, my friend." Lor'themar commanded as a steely calm look morphed into fury onto the Mage's face.
Halduron sipped his wine silently hoping to stay out of the matter. Both elves looked at him in disbelief at the noise and rolled their eyes.
"You cannot be possibly be thrusting this human onto me for the duration of time she is here, Lor'themar!" Rommath hissed, but the serious expression on Lor'themar's face said it all.
"In the time being, as this involves the Kirin Tor, Magister, yes I am." Rommath knew when his friend was done with a discussion. He growled to himself, he dug his own grave by insulting the Ambassador, now he has to lay in it.
"Understood, Regent Lord."